By
Hozzel
Persephone Jones held a profound secret and Michael Barnes intended to discover it.
Mistress J was certainly not telling. She and Persephone played almost as close as sister wives, with their wicked sexual demands.
Two amazing women, both his masters, both requiring worship, both sexually demanding creatures, both using him and each other for their pleasures and the pleasures of their friends.  His perverted experiences with them were the greatest events in his life. Their amazing ability to achieve multiple back-to-back orgasms still stunned his senses.
As he drove through the autumn night he remembered.
Weeks old, an image still burned bright in his memory, the cause of his renewed sexual obsession. Hung by leather straps from a hook in Mistress J's playroom's ceiling, his wrists and arms aching as he dangled naked, exposed, vulnerable, Mistress J, her playmates Tish and Persephone each and together abused, aroused and denied him with their erotic caresses and taunting words, their flashing eyes and wicked smiles, their overt sex before his astonished face. He recalled his exposed erection throbbed as he was first forced to watch Persephone launch herself at big-breasted Tish and then, tossing aside her black microskirt, she had shocked him with the sight of her erect penis, which she had immediately plunged into his submissive arse, not once but three different times that very night. Mike felt his rear still tingle at the erotic memory.
He recalled the recent gangbang. While bound, Mistress J's male friends and her husband took him over and over, spunking happily into his near-virgin arse many times. She cackled in glee and, incredibly turned on, not only pounced on Persephone but also her cuckold husband. The evening had ended in kind tenderness with Persphone. Later, she had visited him at his office and had gifted him with amazing fellatio.
He had become their plaything, their sexual slave, available at their whim, dedicated to their fantastic pleasures.
Persphone's surprising call required his attendance. She had planned something wicked, she said. Come to the Flinders City University to Pricilla Bok Hall after dark. It would be open.
He had not visited the university campus in years. Parking always a perennial problem, it became a long hike to the science building. He circled for half an hour until he found the old two storey structure topped by a wide silver domed.
He hesitated at the glass door entrance. Lights blazed inside as if waiting. Should he do this? Despite the strong attraction to Persephone, he had made a commitment to Mistress J. He tramped through the logic again.
Minus:
It was safer to stay monogamous to his Mistress. He did not want to harm that important relationship. Last week's session in her private dungeon had become incredibly intense.
Persephone was her friend and lover. One of others, true, but still they had a history.
He had been warned that Persephone used men without shame.
Persephone was transsexual. Is that what he wanted? Or was he interested because his Mistress got off watching men enjoy steamy sex?
He liked Persephone as a person, they even seemed to share common interests, and he secretly wanted to know more about her. Becoming emotionally hooked might be a serious problem given her wildly promiscuous nature.
His fizzing hormones might mislead his better judgement.
Sex once or twice was a fling but three times formed the start of a relationship. He had visited Mistress J six times now, and had cemented their fetish relationship. She had instructed him to have sex with others only on her command. Should he be seeing Persephone alone? Or was she? Did he want a relationship with two demanding, kinky women at the same time? One who enjoyed lashing him up and watching him being taken by her husband and other men? And the other who liked to take him with her ceaselessly stiff cock? Was it really possible? Could he live up to their expectations? Or would it turn into a puddled mess?
Plus:
Persephone looked simply gorgeous. Beautiful elvin face, lovely red hair, tall and statuesque, large firm breasts, flared hips, muscular long legs. An amazon goddess in the flesh with an unequalled sexual hunger.
Persephone turned him on tremendously.
Multi-orgasmic: she could cum and cum again and again in amazing quick succession, without a break, without wilting, without seemingly needing to recharge and recuperate. So could Mistress J â the mistress of the continuous long orgasm - but she was female and Persephone was trans.
Persephone admitted she felt an emotional connection with him. He knew he felt a similar link with her and hoped it was real.
She wanted him. He wanted her. Simple.
He shuddered and tingled at the memory of her oral onslaught the other day beneath his office desk.
What was the problem? They were all adults. Mistress J apparently lead a fantastic life of exhuberant sexual excess, something of which most only fantasized. Persephone and his Mistress seemed more than lovers, indeed, it felt as if they were sister allies. So what was his problem indeed?
Heart thumping, he pushed the metal bar. The old glass door creaked, swung. He slowly ascended the wide tiled stairs then headed left at the top as instructed. The lit hallway swept ghostly silent. His shoeclicks echoed as he made his way along a corridor that could fill with students in an instant during the daytime.
He arrived at the open double-door entrance to a dark cave and stepped in.
The doors swung shut with a loud, echoing click. Ink blackness descended.
A rustling sound echoed and he was grabbed. Someone impaled his body against the door. A cold bar jammed his back. A tall body slammed against him, eagerly pressing. Strong hands gripped his forearms. Her lips slid against his own, her insistent tongue sought his, her body writhed with keen intent. Firm breasts pressed his chest. He felt her heart beat as strongly as his own. He mindlessly slid into the passionate kiss, eager at first then softer and romantic. Mouths opened and tongues caressed each other, sliding like wet silk in a cooperative oral dance. His arms surrounded her back and embraced, pulled her tight. Her palms slapped the door and she pressed against him. Something prodded his own instant erection, still encased in his trousers but silently shouting for release.
Persephone grabbed his wrists and pulled away.
Deep feelings triggered and they both burst into mutual, uncontrollable laughter.
"Way too long!" she breathed. "I would have contacted you sooner but I just couldn't."
"It's been a week."
"I know but it feels like a lifetime. We shouldn't have parted the other night. I so wanted to take you home and have my way with you all night!"
Visions swam in Mike's imagination of her strong, naked body thudding against his own, her solid cock playfully boring into his wet yielding anus, driving and driving until they were both utterly consumed. His senses ached for her, and he knew it would take all his willpower and strength to avoid immediate entanglement.
"Sorry I interrupted," he breathed.
Before he could move, she again pulled him roughly against her muscular body and both of her hands playfully squeezed his rear cheeks. "I have so missed this wonderful, round arse!" Her hips thrust and he felt her erection jab. Clearly, she did not want to wait for preliminaries. He sensed her own lust fired her in the explosive way of men. She was immediately ready without significant foreplay. His own hard-on screamed, too, but uncertainty helped him divert the insistent drive.
In the darkness, she pulled his wrist. "Come."
Blind, he stumbled behind her, bumped into a seat then something large.
Persephone smirked. "Here we are."
Filtered light gradually rose, revealing the extent of the spacious cavern.
Like a heavenly cathedral, an enormous white dome arched overhead, he estimated ten or more metres across. Along one wall, the glass case displayed 3D photos of planets, moons, nebulas and galaxies. In another display case, models of satellites and old-fashioned rockets hung from wires. An ancient brass telescope, a type manufactured over two hundred ago, decorated a shelf. Rings of padded theatre seats circled a bulky monster. Two large black hemispherical heads bracketed either side of a long framework body. Dark arms curved out and up, like multiple erections thrust toward the sky, each topped with its own bulbous glass knob. Hemispheres like little breasts dotted the frame. The sleeping beast lay shackled inside a complex yoke and gimbal arrangement as if content.
Noises of their steps and the rustling of their clothes echoed despite the carpet. The merest breath seemed magnified. Mike felt a quiet lumbering, an almost religious reverence.
Persephone hopped onto the dais - her long boot heels ticked - and stood before a gold control panel studded with switches and dials, mechanical eyes and ears. He saw she wore a long black leather coat, cinched at only the waist. Swirl of coat revealed her long, tapered legs sheathed in tall leather boots.
"Up here, Mike."
He stepped up.
She whispered, "Watch." She touched something on the console and folded herself around his body.
The beast came quietly awake. Globes filled with tiny sparks and the ends of tubes geysered restrained light. Over their heads, thousands of stars whispered into existence. Without a groan or even the merest squeak, the monster began to turn. Tiny lights touched their bodies like slowly spinning snowflakes. The Moon rose. He could almost imagine the sound of crickets and frogs, but, in fact, it was utterly silent. The breathtaking spectacle verged on spiritual.
"Magnificent, isn't it."
"Fantastic," he whispered.
She released him and picked up a laser pointer.
"This is my Doc Savage Fortress of Solitude. There's a Digistar projector as well but you can't replace something like this." She pointed at a group of stars lifting from the horizon. "See that? Orion. Plenty of interesting stuff around there. Following are his hunting dogs, there and there. That bright star is Sirius. It's a binary with the second white dwarf ever discovered. Over there is Procyon with the first. Orion is chasing that V shape, Taurus the bull, and before it is M45, the Pleiades, a young loose star cluster. Just below Taurus is Gemini, incestuous twins linked arm in arm. The Southern Cross is over there. That dark spot is the Coal Sack. That's Alpha Centauri nearby, only four and a bit light-years distant, and the one next to it is Beta Centauri or Agena, a B1 binary over 350 light-years. They're the Pointers. The South Pole's around there. Everything spins around it but there's no star like there is at the North Pole. This -" her arm swept "- is the Milky Way and that ghostly egg shape is the Core in Sagittarius. Way on the other side may be paradise."
He had seen the Orion pattern: a belt of three bright stars with a sword hanging upwards, all surrounded by a crooked body outlined by four other stars, including white Bellatrix, blue Rigel and orange Betelgeuse. His father called it the Saucepan although Mike could never see that shape, not even here where far more stars seemed visible. Perhaps it was different if viewed upside down from the Northern Hemisphere.
"Earth circles a single G2 class star which orbits the centre of our bared-spiral galaxy every two hundred twenty-five million years. There's a giant black hole at the core surrounded by eldrich arches and filaments of gas and dust and stars and planets and powerful fields -" long fingers clenched, turned "- almost as if it had been engineered by faeries long ago."
"That's ... wow. But faeries?"
"Magical beings trying to tap power from the core." She set the pointer down and sighed. "This is my place, Mike, the university's planetarium. I answer questions, help with the staff's research, make sure facts are accurate. Sometimes I present a show myself." She turned, sighed. Starmotes whispered her soft chin. As the ghostmoon dipped low, a tiny comet flew into view. Its tail stretched longer as it arced upward and a fainter second tail slowly revealed.
He felt mesmerized by the swirling pageant as well as Persephone herself.
A mote floated across her smile.
"I don't think there are many alien species out there. Evolution doesn't necessarily twist toward intelligence, and they won't be warlike if they've been around a long time. They'll know how to survive by keeping the peace. Actually," she said, turning, with a suggestive grin, "they may be quite loving. Perhaps even more sexual than ourselves."
She leaned over him, bowed her head and kissed him deeply again.
He leaned back, "How does this work?" embarrassed to admit what was really on his grubby mind.
"This is really lovely, Mike, being here with you." She suddenly pushed him away but held his wrists. "There is something wonderfully naughty I have wanted to do for a long time."
"And that is?"
"I have never played with anyone here."
"Really?"
She snickered. Her body moved against his and, through her coat, he felt her hardness poke against his own. A familiar, cinnamon-like odour quaffed.
 "I would like to have you right here, right now."
He gulped and stammered, "Ok." Is that all he could come up with? Just a lame ok? But his body suddenly surged and he became instantly hard.
"What if someone comes in?"
"They can join us. ShhhâŚ"
She lead him off the dias down to a long, low cushioned seat. He sat facing her and waited, not knowing whether to act submissive or just polite or even take the initiative or run.
Smiling, she slowly unbuttoned her coat to reveal her gorgeous near-naked upper body: ripe breasts, hour-glass waist, hips and thighs tight. She pulled open the coat to reveal long muscular legs. Right at her juncture, dominating everything, her hard penis stood tall and proud and aimed right at him.
"Oh!" he gasped. "Don't you ever go soft?"
"What would be the fun in that?"
With her arms akimbo, the coat became a dark cape as if she was a nude super-hero who only wore slick boots. She bent and tenderly guided his hands to her large, firm orbs. Her erect nipples invited play: she shivered when he palmed them.
"Pleasure me, please. Get me going."
She stepped up and thrust at his face. He leaned forward and began slowly stroking up and down that turgid pole using both hands as well as lips and tongue. It felt warm and solid.
"Oh, that is lovely. You'll have me off in no time. Yes ... just like that but harder now."
This woman obliterated his standards and altered his view of sexuality. Never before had he felt like making love to a man's cock. But now, it was the only thing he wanted to do. And it was not a man's penis but a woman's, a strong determined sexually demanding woman.
He ran his teeth along her sensitive head. "Oh, yes..." and, placing his lips on the tip, he teasingly tongued the foreskin back to expose her swollen gem.
"Mmmm... "
Withdrawing his mouth, he carefully rubbed his curved palm over his prize as if polishing.
"Ahhh... "
Her rubbery penis grew extremely solid and pointed at the stars as if ready to launch. Her glans stretched tight and slick.
All his doing!
Completely uninhibited now, leaning forward, he looked directly at her happy eyes and grinned with naughty expression. He flicked the tip of her cock rapidly with his tongue's wet tip and she giggled. Without relinquishing eye contract, he crouched forward, cupped her swelling balls gently and slowly licked back up along her shaft. When he reached the top, he tried to smile with his eyes and the corners of his mouth. Clasping the base again, he took the whole length to the back of his throat, as far as he could manage ... and almost gagged. Clearly, deep throat technique required practice and perhaps a special person, not him. Instead, he sucked harder just as he would have liked. Attitude, he thought, is so important here. For her.
She gasped again, closed her eyes and groaned, "Oh my."
Stars swam over his moving hand and her delicious, trembling body. He pressed her glans to the top of his mouth and moved his head using only his neck. His palm slipped and his finger found her anus. It was open. She jumped when his middle finger touched the sensitive ring. He pressed.
"Mmmm, yes."
She clenched her buttocks and clamped her anal passage on his two probing fingers.
"Oh yeah."
He probed, found that smooth spot, and fast rubbed his fingers inside her.
"Oh yeah."
His head and other hand moved quickly.
"Oh yeah!"
She panted and thrust into his eager mouth with short, excited jabs. When he felt her clench again, he eased off. He smacked his lips, looked into her eyes, grinned and tightly gripped her rigid pole.
"Come on!" she shouted. "Stop teasing and fuckin' finish me!" Her shadowy face looked down over her swollen breasts and her fingers dug urgently into his hair. She pulled his head back toward her waiting upthrust cock.
He knew this urgency well: foreplay was not on his own erection's personal agenda either. His body chanted fuck, fuck, fuck, come, come, come, a constant powerful message. He wanted to please this woman, too, so he resumed rubbing her erection.
"Are you going to come for me?" he asked.
"Fuckin' oath, you have to ask?!"
"Let's see it then."
She stabbed back into his mouth and he sucked and stroked faster. Impatient, she took hold of his ears and began to push and pull his head. Her cock bashed the back of his throat causing him to cough. Trying to swallow it helped.
As she drove on, his fingers crept into her anal crack again. She clenched and yelled, jumped, yelled again, and suddenly exploded.
As her rear clenched hard on his fingers, he felt her cock begin to pump, an astonishingly lovely feeling, perversely enchanting. His mouth suddenly filled with multiple shots of salty thickness. He clamped lips tight and tried unsuccessfully not to gag. He spluttered, unable to swallow. Precious fluid escaped. She pulled back while still ejaculating. Thick gooey ropes coated his nose and cheeks. In triumph, she yelled to the stars above, "Fucking yes!"
Quickly, he gulped the last bit with as much noise as possible. He pulled back, gazed up for approval and licked his lips. Salty, tangy, sour, not like lemons or oranges, but it was not awful. He stroked her cock gently and, retaining eye contact, used the tip of his tongue to carefully lick off the remainder in the exact manner he wished might be done to himself.
When he finished, he said politely, "Thank you."
Persephone roared, "More!"
Unflagging, she roughly pulled him up and spun him around. After tugging his pants down, she shoved him over the seat. She roughly pulled his pants off, gasped his hips, and shoved herself deep into his yielding body. With amazement, his anus automatically opened for her invasion. The thick unstoppable bare slug filled his body and soul again, stretched him in an amazing painless manner. He felt her slide deep inside, back almost out then in again. A glorious, enchanting erotic feeling, a feeling he was unable to describe properly. He felt every centimetre of her raging cock slide along his tight anal passage. Uninhibited, she fucked his arse with hard long strokes, on and on, minute after minute, deeply panting, even telling him what a fucking little slut he had become and how great he took her. Body slapping sounds filled the echoing chamber while silent starmotes swarmed. She slammed against him with increasing tempo and power, and he began to move back against her. Spurred by her relentless sexual friction, his own cock stuck out stiff and bloated. While they fucked, his feelings quickly climbed the orgasmic ladder. Whatever she did inside his body worked well. His entire body began to spasm. As he started to shoot she shouted, "I'm fucking cumming!" She slammed into him and fired a second strong volley. Shot after hot shot smashed inside him, causing his own shots to renew. The powerful combined sensations obliterated his senses. All he could feel was her cock blasting inside, and his own loving reply, both at the same moment, together. For an age, he felt they connected as one, a mutual pleasure pair, unable to stop, unwilling to end.
But when their joint spasms began to subside, winded, she breathed, "Oh wow. That was so fucking good! I just could not hold back. You're hired!"
She pulled back. He stood and turned to face her smiling face. Grinning, he knelt and kissed another drop from the eye of her penis.
"Thought I already was."
"Bonus hired. Double duty."
"Very expensive overtime," he laughed.
Standing, he grasped her shoulders and kissed her. She leaned into the kiss, unperturbed by the taste. She licked and kissed sticky goo off his cheek then neck, pressed her still-rigid cock between his legs and kissed him again, this time almost romantically.
He smiled, "That is the first time I have ever made a, uh, male come that way, with my mouth. How was it?"
"You don't know? You've sucked men before. I saw you!"
"I was ordered to only get them hard, not off, and they did not come in my mouth. You didn't either."
"Isn't it great?"
Nodding, "I have to say, it was an unexpected thrill."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes. Yes, I did."
"Well, you're bloody good at it, let me tell you, and you can do it again in future."
"Thank you. I enjoyed giving you that." In fact, he was genuinely surprised that the experience had indeed been astonishingly delightful. He never thought he could be that loving toward another's penis, nor for that matter, it could turn himself on so much. Especially when he was able to make such a strong reaction.
Her expression changed. Lips suddenly tightened. "Not enough. Have to fuck you now."
Hands on his shoulders, she urgently pushed him down. They slid onto the carpet. He gloried at her silhouette as she hovered over his prone body for a moment. Her knees parted his and she descended into him, thrusting hard. Crying out, he pressed his knees against her waist, and in joy wrapped his legs and arms around her hunching body. The magnificent woman speared him again, thrusting hard and fast, over and over, on and on. Spurred by her exuberance, he dug his heels into her buttocks and pushed up against her. Together they fucked hard and fast, riding physical passion, racing upwards, spiralling toward the spinning stars, gasping, crying out when they both exploded. Her pumping cock, that was all he could feel, as she filled him again. Her cock and her strength and how deep she had penetrated. She suddenly yelled so loud his ears hurt. His Mistress had taught him this: loud yells and screams further enhanced the powerful feelings.
Undaunted, she resumed her frantic fucking while kissing him deeply. But she soon slowed, raised her body and smiled down at his panting face. "I could keep doing this all night here, but I have another idea."
She stood, held out her hand and helped him stand before her. She leaned forward and licked more of her juices off his face. "Can't have you going out in public looking like you've been the slut at the centre of a gangbang."
"I did that with you," he laughed. "I think it is so ballsy you're like this under that coat," he said.
She laughed. "Clothes and I are not the best of friends. I only wear what I have to when I have to."
"No bra even?"
She shook her head, thick hair flicked. "They're constricting but sometimes a necessary evil."
"Even when you're lecturing?"
"Okay, I do wear clothes then. But I love to smirk at the hard-ons I make when I'm wearing short shorts, no bra and a low-cut clinging top."
He gazed at her gravity-defying, apparently always braless breasts. He cupped the lovely handfuls, swirled the nipples with his flat palms.
She dimpled, kissed his nose. "I love boobs, too, and pussy."
"I remember," he said softly, lovingly.
She kissed him again. "This has been a dream come true for me. Thank you, kind sir, I am in your debt. Whatever fantasy you would like I shall grant thee." She giggled. "No matter how filthy!"
"I have some naughty ones."
"The naughtier, the better," she laughed. "I would love to take you to Lizzie Arnold's grave, but how about we go fuck on my office desk?"
He thought: The woman is certainly straight up. "You can still do that?" he said.
"You know I can keep going. Once is never enough."
"Three times already."
"Each time just makes me want it even more. I hate stopping until I am exhausted."
"Never done that myself at work, in the office."
"I gave you a blowjob."
"I mean fuck."
"Come on. You'll love it."
Mike's pocket phone bleeped. Holding up a finger, he  dug into his pants, pulled out the phone and answered the call.
"My pet," the voice on the phone snapped. "Mistress requires your presence."
"Right now?" he blurted. His mouth dropped slightly, eyes searched Persephone's. Hers laughed.
"You know our arrangement. Whatever you're doing, whoever you are with, wherever you are, stop trying to get into her pants and come to me at once. You are my sex slave and I have needs."
He felt the blood run from his face as a nasty sense of guilt blossomed.
"Go to her," Persephone mouthed, voiceless.
"Mistress, I am on my way." He thumbed the phone off. "How would she know we've just done this?" Guilt exploded. He suppressed a shudder.
Pesephone's tender fingertips slipped along his cheek. "She doesn't. She likes to imagine your situation. It's alright, love. I understand. Pity, as I see you've sprung up hard as a rock. She and I both do that to you, don't we? Don't feel bad, you have done nothing wrong and you won't need to tell her. Pull your pants back on and go." She reached down, briefly fingered the aching knob. He thought of taking this wonderful woman and giving her the same love as she had just gifted him. "Two of us in one day. Cool. Have fun with her."
"I'm sorry. We shouldn't have done this."
"Bullshit. Go, my love. I'll see you later. And stop worrying!"
"You will be alright? I know you can do more."
"No worries. I'm sure I can find someone and continue."
Her words speared his soul. Someone else? But he understood her enormous desires, her sexual appetite that knew no limits. How could he possibly even consider he might be the only one.
She hopped onto the dais, adjusted a control. Stars faded, uplights brightened the dome. The metal monster returned to hibernation.
Just before the doors closed, framed by the open black leather coat, he glimpsed her beaming face, magnificent body, and upright powerful cock.
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Author's note: Persephone Jones and Mike were introduced in the stories "The Girls Come Out to Play" and "Gangbang His Virgin Arse", originally released on asstr in 2012 then in the ebook "Mistress J's Playthings" published later by Chimera Books under one of my pseudonyms, Athena Morgan. This modified scene is from the unpublished, much longer, fifth novella "Persephone's Secrets". If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing wet response, I would love to hear from you! I can be contacted on athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
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